On the subject of her husband, she hasn't quite worked out what to say to this version thereof; it is inevitable she'll have to say something, though it's like as not he'll be out when they get home. (Working, or whatever other errand he can contrive to not be where Bellatrix might turn up - she doesn't hold it against him, really, as shown by the fact she has yet to call him on it. She knows what their relationship is like, such as it is.)

Of course he asks, before she's decided.

"He's mine." It's both descriptive (of her world) and possessive (belonging to her), and she says it so much more simply than anything else because as far as she's concerned it is precisely that simple. As interesting as LeMat's world had been (and as educational-), reuniting with her husband here is something she's terribly grateful for. After all, she'd always prefer to have him where she can see him. He doesn't get into so much trouble that way.

"We've been to a city like this before, he and I- Evan was there, and Regulus." Dead men, smiling at her and laughing with her and whole and real and heartbreaking. There's a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thinks of that, now, wishing for them and telling herself not to. She had that much, and she can be satisfied with that. She simply has to be. "He keeps arriving before me, it's dreadfully irritating."

It makes her feel as if she's running a bit late, but she always catches up.